Disclaimer: This story is fictional I don't own anyone, all rights to characters belong to Marvel Cinematic Universe. This story is based on the films and some events on there. I only own my characters, if they are not in the films, I made them up.

I'm Portuguese, so English isn't my native tongue. Google translator will be my friend, so I apologize for any mistakes I might write.

The events on this story will happening after Captain America: Civil War, I will mention some events from Avengers and Captain America films, but the main story is after CA: CW.

I hope you enjoy! It's my first fanfiction based on films and Marvel too, so anything, you think that might help, please let me know!

Adam Jordan Lambert

Loyal Friend, Devoted Agent, Loved Son.

April 02 1986

January 31 2017

It was raining, was one of those sad winter days. She knew this day would come, but nobody is ever ready.

Dear Adam, a friend, a partner, a teacher. He taught her everything about knives and daggers… After all the hell he lived, he was in peace now. It was the only comfort, she had.

The graveyard was full, his family and friends, colleagues from S.H.I.E.L.D and also from the Army. Everyone was there saying their last goodbye, to a good soldier and an excellent agent.

She remembered a lot of faces, but that belong to a very remote past, one she had chosen to forget.

Time, lost in a moment, people leaving, all felt numb and blurt, near his grave were by now only, two or three people around. She started walking towards his grave, with every step the numbness becoming replace by pain. Two white roses on her hand, one from her, other from their deceased teammates. She placed them on top of his grave, feeling the memories flowing in her mind, all the good ones and the bad ones, their time before Hydra…when, they had been so happy. A time, that looking back was lost and seemed a life time ago.

Since, she arrived, she kept feeling a chill down her spine, like eyes were on her, in every move she had made. She couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching her, but perhaps was paranoia, since there had been a lot of agents and soldiers at the place and her alert mode was activated…however, something wasn't right. And then, she heard it, footsteps. Slowly walking into her direction, well, to be precise, high heels.

Brown high heels appeared on her field of vision, she didn't need to look up to know who they belong to. The only noise between those two women was the rain pouring down on their umbrellas.

"Did he suffer?"

The woman looked from the grave to her, breathe in and exhale. "No. He die sleeping."

The other woman never taking her eyes from the grave, sigh. "At least, one of us had a peaceful death."

A pause, a silence between both. "I didn't expect you to come."

This time, she looked at the woman with brown heels. She looked much older and tired then she remembered. Time, always catch us, no matter how much we run from it, in the end, it always catch with us.

"Why Maria?"

"It has been…three years… you knew S.H.I.E.L.D would be here." The woman with brown heels looked away, letting sink how much time had gone since…

"Despite everything, I would always come for them…" "For you… and even for that idiot."

That sentence, made the other woman smile a little. "Idiot you say? I will let Stark know you called him that."

"Hum… Like I care, Maria!" Such a lie, she need to know, deep down, she cared. "How is he?"

That made the other woman lose her smile. "Not so good. After what happened, it's just him, Vision and Rhodes. He … spends most of his time helping Rhodes in everything he can." She sighed. "But, you … just don't hear him making jokes anymore and he rarely leaves the base."

The other woman, let the words sink, before speaking. "Well. I guess … finding how your parents die, might have that effect." She paused, before adding. "If that had been with me … well I can assure you, Captain Patriot and his pet, would have been killed. Soooo, let us thank God for not everyone being like me!"

"You know things are not always as black and white as it seems." The other woman said sadly.

"Doesn't matter Maria. A betrayal, it's always a betrayal." This time, she looked right into the other woman's eyes.

They stayed glaring to each other a few moments, before she cast one last look to her friend's grave and said goodbye. "It was good to see you Maria. Send my love to Anthony." With those words, she started leaving, feeling the weight of someone who had just buried a friend, again.

The other woman watched her leave, feeling torn between old memories and the recently lost. With one final goodbye, she started walking towards the black jeep that was park, just outside of the graveyard.

At the same time, her brown heels clicking on the ground, tears were rolling on her face, and that woman with brown heels and pain written all over her face, was Maria Hill.

Authors Note

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